Izbahn can tell the demon used some of its innate magic but he doesn't know what it was.Spellcraft, if applicable for quasit disappearance, 1d20+11
"The demon may still be here! Venmirl, 'Lara, take care of her friend, she is not getting away that easily!"
Naomi moves quickly back to the door and closes it, then looks around the room for any sign of the small demon.
Round 2
Amrunelara move forward and delivers a devastating hit on the new creature. Her extremely sharp weapon almost cleaves the monster's torso in two. As the elven warrior releases her weapon from her enemy's body, she is surprised to see it still standing after being wounded so badly. By some supernatural process, the creature still finds some will to fight on.
Venmirl can't really pinpoint the quasit's position so he simply swing his morningstar at the spot the little demon disappeared. Sparks fly as his weapons only hits the stony floor.
Naomi hurries to close the stone entrance and then, along with Darst, tries to detect any signs that might tell them about the quasit's position. While they can hear the faint sound of her small wings flapping, they cannot pinpoint her exact location. They think she's still somewhere up on the pulpit to the south-east (up the stairs).
Venmirl only hears the little flapping wings when it's too late. The quasit reappears flying right next to him and touches him on one shoulder. "SSSurprrisse!" She says with her raspy voice. There's a pure black 'spark' at the point of contact and Venmirl can feel his heart skip a beat as negative energy is released into his body. Izbahn was ready for her reappearance and launches his club at the small demon. Seeing the whirling club coming at her, the quasit quickly dives behind Venmirl, narrowly avoiding being hit .
The quasit's new ally turns its fury toward the one who hurted it: Amrunelara. Either the monster was weaken by its wound or Amrunelara is now used to these creatures' ways, but none of its attacks manage to hit the quick elf.
Darst runs and slashes with his razor at the beast.
Unfortunately, the goblin stumbles, still disoriented, and misses.
Venmirl cries out as the negative energy pulses through his body. He has never felt a pain of this type, but he is able to shrug off some of the damage.
He moves to a flanking position and tries to hit the evil creature who gave him such a jolt .
Morningstar: damage:
Amrunelara weaves in and out of the beast's strikes her eyes darting like lightning whenever the creature moves. She remains on guard, only striking when absolutly right.
While Darst can't hit the small demon, he distracts her long enough for Venmirl to land a decent blow on her. The quasit is throw back slightly by the force of the impact but doesn't appear overly harmed. She even taunts the shoanti. "You can't hurrtsss me with yourrr pathetic weapon!"
Meanwhile, Amrunelara wisely waits for the right opening before attacking the long-armed humanoid. Just as the creature lunges at her, she sidesteps its clumsy attack and slashes the monster's throat. It emits a sort of wet growl before falling down at the elf's feet.
Izbahn says a magical phrase and points to the creature and a freezing ray shoots from his finger.
Attack Ranged Touch , Confirm Crit , damage
Naomi moves and readies herself. If common sense was right, the quasit was going to vanish again before attacking...
Naomi moves and readies herself. If common sense was right, the quasit was going to vanish again before attacking...
Naomi moves and readies herself. If common sense was right, the quasit was going to vanish again before attacking...
Izbahn's ray of frost hits the quasit right in the chest but she once again seems unharmed by this attack.
The quasit clears her throat before spitting a wad of foul phlegm at Venmirl's face . As the shoanti tries to recover from this and clear his face, the little demon flies away Venmirl and Darst. The demon turns her back on Darst and the goblin uses this opportunity to try to cut her . Unfortunately, his small blade can't penetrate the quasit's thick scaly skin. The demon flaps her small wings and flies up to the center of the room, high above the central pool.
Fortitude:
Izbahn moves to the front of the door , wanting to keep the quasit trapped in here. "If you surrender now, we will let you live!" He yells, not really expecting her to surrender, but curious as to her response. He then lets loose his club, spinning at her...
Naomi slips her hand into her belt pouch and pulls out one of her last bullets, her other hand drawing her sling. With practiced ease she slips the bullet into the sling and flings it att the miniscule demon.
Darst takes a step back--then rushes forward and leaps off the edge at the quasit.
He manages to get above her , and tries to grab the quasit's wings.
Amrunelara flicks the blood off her blade as the clawed beast crumples to the floor. She scans the rest of the room quickly, mentally sighing as Izbahn tries to negotiate. Stupid human, demons never surrender
As the gobule of phlegm hits Venmirl in the face she rushes to his side, sword held high ready to defend the mighty warrior.
Venmirl tries to wipe the disgusting phlegm from his face. He has a strong stomach, but this is too vile even for him. He is able to brace himself enough to keep from revisiting that morning's hearty breakfast, but is unable to do much more.
Izbahn and Naomi both launch their projectile at the quasit. They both hit the small demon but it doesn't really seem to hurt or faze her. She also responds to Izbahn's surrender demand. "Foul!! You ssshould be the one sssurrendering to me. You're a mere morrrtal while I'vve ssseen the rissse and fall of empirrres. I've outlived my masssterrr and I will outlive you!"
Venmirl tries to wipe the disgusting phlegm from his face. He has a strong stomach, but this is too vile even for him. He is able to brace himself enough to keep from revisiting that morning's hearty breakfast, but is unable to do much more. Amrunelara runs to his side to protect him while he's incapacitated.
Darst rushes to the balcony's end and deftly makes an incredible jump, catching the quasit in mid-air! Between the goblin's weight and the fact that he's grabbing her wings, the demon has a hard time staying airborne. The pair slowly spirals down as the quasit struggle to maintain her altitude. They finally land in the cool water in the middle of the central pool, inside the circle of skulls. There, the she-demon continues to struggle and to try to escape Darst' grasp but the goblin continues to hold fast. Those outside the pool see the pair fall down in the water, followed by a lot of slashing and thrashing.
Darst holds on to the quasit determinedly. He tries to bite the creature.
Izbahn sees the chance to put this creature down for good. "Don't let her get away!"
Vemirl runs down to the lower lever and assists Darst hold on to the ugly quasit.
"Someone get Darst a rope so he can tie this thing up!!"
Darst continues to hold on to the quasit, forbidding her from flying away. In a feral surge, he even bites her but it leaves no marks on her scaly skin. Darst also recoils at the taste left in his mouth. It seems everything about this creature is foul.
Izbahn and Venmirl jump into the pool, looking to help their goblin ally in his struggle. The water isn't deep enough to force them to swim but they still have cold water about a feet above their waist. The tightly packed skull-mounted spikes that surround the pool's center make it hard for the pair to provide much help to Darst.
Izbahn gasps as the cold water soaks through his leggings, but grits his teeth, he realizes he cannot reach past the skull barrier to help Darst, so he settles on trying to brain the quasit.
Hearing Venmirl's cries Amrunelara scans the room desperately search for some rope to aid her companions.
Hold it still! she will shout and attempt to strike the creature.
After trying unsuccessfully to reach the struggling pair of short creatures, Venmirl pulls out his out his rope and tries to hand it to Darst so that he can attempt to bind the creature.
Venmirl hands his rope to Darst while the others try to attack the quasit, with little success.
The little demon seems enraged to be still in the grasp of the goblin. "Enough!" She cries out. "You ssshould be the onesss fearrring me!" As she says that, she concentrates for a moment and you all start to fell a great dread and a feeling that you should flee from this terrible demon.
Izbahn feels the wave of doom wash over him, but resists the effects, mostly. He thinks, We have to end this quickly!" He concentrates foe a second, and he feels the spell knowledge flow into his mind again.
Venmirl hands his rope to Darst while the others try to attack the quasit, with little success.
The little demon seems enraged to be still in the grasp of the goblin. "Enough!" She cries out. "You ssshould be the onesss fearrring me!" As she says that, she concentrates for a moment and you all start to fell a great dread and a feeling that you should flee from this terrible demon.
Will save:
Darst shivers but holds firm.
Vermirl shakes off the nasty feeling of dread and readies an action so that he can get a clean hit on the demon if it escapes Darst's grasp.
Amrunelara feels the wave of dread wash over her as her trusty sword falls from her hand clattering as it hits the stone floor. Her warrior instincts gone there is only one thought in Amrunelara's mind, Run! She runs around to the other side of the pool the clawed demon spawned from and puts her back to the wall, her heart pounding as her head darts from side to side looking for a means of escape.
Shivering with supernaturally induced fear, Naomi slowly backs away as images of death resurface in her mind, and new ones of her own death surge along with them. Knuckles going white as her hands curl into fists, Naomi backs away slowly until she feels the cool wall behind her back.
Affected by the quasit's magical powers, both Naomi and Amrunelara can't help but recoil and flee before the diminutive demon.
Izbahn activates the power of his ring to push his magical capabilities as he releases another bolt of magical force. It slams into the quasit, causing her to wince in pain and frustration.
Darst tries to secure his hold on the demon more solidly but the little creature is too quick for him to get a solid grip on all her limbs. The demon still can't manage to escape however. Her small wings flap quickly but futilely since the goblin simply won't let go of her.
Venmirl waits for the demon to get free so he can land a clear shot as it flies above the ring of skulls. The demon never gets there however, since Darst is still holding fast.
Darst looks back questioningly at Izbahn.
Izbahn's curses would do a drunken sailor proud, and he attempts to climb into the fountain, knowing Darst cannot hold on for long.
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Izbahn jams one of his foot in a the space between two spikes and he lifts himself up, almost out of the water. From this higher position, he grabs the quasit, trying to keep her wings from moving and helping Darst in the process.
Naomi runs toward the doors, still gripped with fear, and wrenches them open so she can run.
Darst, understanding, tightens his grip.
Both Izbahn and Darst try to totally immobilize the little demon but she always seems to be able to wiggle out of their grasps.
Venmirl decides the little quasit needs to feel his vengeance.
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